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B. r. hornsby |
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Train rolls by about 3 a.m. |
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Wakes me from a fitful sleep |
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Got the urge to jump on board |
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I believe i'm in a little too deep |
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Walk the train station |
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Walking through the park |
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Looking out for something |
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Still in the dark |
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One day you'll see something |
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Oh, with a familiar ring |
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It'll be just me moving through |
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On the way to something |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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It's your world, and i'm just passing through |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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Your life, and i'm just passing through |
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Tired and confused, yes i am |
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Don't see much in the future for me |
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I'm a vagabond and a drifter |
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Not so hard to be |
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Walking down the highway |
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Walking through the park |
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Looking out for something |
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Still in the dark |
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Don't know what to say when i see you smile |
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So i guess i'll turn my head and go |
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On the way to another mile |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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It's your world, and i'm just passing through |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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Your life, and i'm just passing through |
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Walking down the highway |
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Walking through the park |
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Looking out for something |
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Still in the dark |
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Want faith in something |
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So hard to believe |
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Maybe one night soon |
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Maybe you could make me see |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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It's your world, and i'm just passing through |
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It's your life, it's your world |
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Your life, and i'm just passing through |
